ONCE I HAD A LOVE, AND IT WAS DIVINE / SOON FOUND OUT I WAS LOSING MY MIND
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The unicorn responds to his query with a bout of frenzied sociopathy that Septimus can only assume – or chooses to assume – is primarily the result of seeing a man turned into a glass sculpture right before her eyes. (A coping mechanism, he tells himself.) He gives one more glance at the sculpture, and he listens rather patiently as the unicorn snaps about just how much she hates this island, and how Gregory gets to die as a glass sculpture, and how she will certainly make for an unpleasant skeleton when she dies. He resists the urge to raise his eyebrows.
Septimus clicks his tongue, giving a shake of his head. “Now, now – you’re far too pretty to make an ugly skeleton. I’m sure you’d be the variety than an archaeologist would be quite overjoyed to dig up.” He thinks of the bejeweled spinal cord that composed the bridge to the island, which is probably suitably pretty for the jewel-adorned unicorn. Still, he thinks that, given the option, he would prefer not to die at all.
(Then again, as an immortal – most of the time -, he’d never much had to worry about whether or not his death would be appropriately artful.)
She decides, then, that he seems rather “conscientious,” and she suggests that he accompany her, with a promise of drinks – and treasure, and recountings – on the way back. Septimus is not entirely sure that it is the best way to honor the dead man – Gregory’s – memory, but he dips his head in agreement regardless, if only because he happened to look down at the space beneath the bridge on his last few steps towards the city, and he would rather have the excuse to forget about what he’d seen as quickly as possible. “Certainly,” he says, and starts toward the flame-lined entrance to the cave. (He supposes that means that he is to escort her, and, with it, to proceed into the cave first.) “It’s best to have company, I find, in a place like this."
And, well, if company happened to be a lovely shade of lilac and eloquent (if not entirely charming), all the better.
@Mesnyi || hello I love this thread|| ted kooser, "after years"
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The unicorn responds to his query with a bout of frenzied sociopathy that Septimus can only assume – or chooses to assume – is primarily the result of seeing a man turned into a glass sculpture right before her eyes. (A coping mechanism, he tells himself.) He gives one more glance at the sculpture, and he listens rather patiently as the unicorn snaps about just how much she hates this island, and how Gregory gets to die as a glass sculpture, and how she will certainly make for an unpleasant skeleton when she dies. He resists the urge to raise his eyebrows.
Septimus clicks his tongue, giving a shake of his head. “Now, now – you’re far too pretty to make an ugly skeleton. I’m sure you’d be the variety than an archaeologist would be quite overjoyed to dig up.” He thinks of the bejeweled spinal cord that composed the bridge to the island, which is probably suitably pretty for the jewel-adorned unicorn. Still, he thinks that, given the option, he would prefer not to die at all.
(Then again, as an immortal – most of the time -, he’d never much had to worry about whether or not his death would be appropriately artful.)
She decides, then, that he seems rather “conscientious,” and she suggests that he accompany her, with a promise of drinks – and treasure, and recountings – on the way back. Septimus is not entirely sure that it is the best way to honor the dead man – Gregory’s – memory, but he dips his head in agreement regardless, if only because he happened to look down at the space beneath the bridge on his last few steps towards the city, and he would rather have the excuse to forget about what he’d seen as quickly as possible. “Certainly,” he says, and starts toward the flame-lined entrance to the cave. (He supposes that means that he is to escort her, and, with it, to proceed into the cave first.) “It’s best to have company, I find, in a place like this."
And, well, if company happened to be a lovely shade of lilac and eloquent (if not entirely charming), all the better.
@Mesnyi || hello I love this thread|| ted kooser, "after years"
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AND RARELY, IF THE WOOD ACCEPTS THE BLADE WITHOUT CONDITIONSthe two pieces keep their balance in spite of the blow❃please tag Septimus! contact is encouraged, short of violence
